Sunday, September 6, 2015

Your Thoughts matter with presence of mind

An old man lived alone in an American town.
His only son was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant
my potato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be
digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad